I know who wrote the Indian Constitution. I remember the creator of our National Anthem. But I have no clue who invented Dry Days. For the ignorant, dry days are when Bombay’s social life becomes like Gujarat’s (though Mr Modi would argue that his Prohibition State has way more fun — no late night police raids, no 2 am breathalyzer tests, and sweet lassi is infinitely more nourishing than a Single Malt).

Last week, we were inflicted with three back-to-back dry days. So it’s Friday evening, I just saw Amazing Spiderman, (with those 3D glasses that make you look like the villain Ajit in Zanjeer). I needed just one pint to get over the dizziness of those skyscraper swoops that Spidey takes.